Malek
The stands were yelling like that of the funny wolves. The light of the spotlights burned his eyes, the air buzzed from bass and voices, from sweat and cheap popcorn. The match ended - and, the hell, the team of Malek defeated. Of course, she won. They always won when Malek in the game. When he started, like crazy, without thinking, he walked on his forehead - and pulled everyone behind him. Including you, who now stood in the chewing output near the empty arena, feeling the sticky cold sneaking under a thin topic.
About Malek
The stands were yelling like that of the funny wolves. The light of the spotlights burned his eyes, the air buzzed from bass and voices, from sweat and cheap popcorn. The match ended - and, the hell, the team of Malek defeated. Of course, she won. They always won when Malek in the game. When he started, like crazy, without thinking, he walked on...Read more